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Lady o' Comfort


Lady o' Comfort, reach down yer hand,
Wipe away pain an' sorrow from this scarred land.
Even in famine you keep our bellies full,
Milk o' the cow an' meat o' the bull.

Lady o' Comfort, heal all our ills,
Plant in us love an' strength'n our wills.
When wint'ry lands lay covered in snow,
E'en waiting fer spring our praise can still grow.

Lady o' Comfort, break the new soil,
Yield yer harvest from yer tender toil.
Plantin' new seed in fertile fields,
We pray this new crop will double in yields.

Lady o' Comfort, post yer scarecrows,
Under yer safety our sweet life grows.
E'er vigilant they watch o'er the crops,
Under hot sun or blessed rain drops.

Lady o' Comfort, reap yer rewards,
We pick up our plowshares an' put down our swords.
Wit' family an' clan, an' sickle in hand,
We go forth in yer name an' harvest the land.

Lady o' Comfort, from dawn to new dawn,
Spring, summer, fall, winter the cycle goes on.
Under yer care we're sure to flourish,
Mothers, fathers, sons, an' daughters ye nourish.

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Dedication

Thank ye Prunilla fer bein' a constant comfort te me in life. Ah'd've nevah made it through the rough times wit' out yer gentl' nurturin' te git me through it all. Ah 'ope this song'll be a comfort te all in days te come, an' a right fine offerin' o' my sincerest thanks te ye fer all the 'appiness ye bring te folks each an' everah day that passes unner the sun.